>Please speak to us.
>Can you speak English?
Tisha interrupted >Or Spanish?
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Rick removed his finger from the glass. Everyone jumped, as if an electric shock had passed through them. Danes glared at him.
"Meaningless bloody numbers," Rick muttered. "Meaningless."
Silence then, as everyone looked first to Danes then to Ryland. A silence which beat in time with their own increasing heartbeats.
Something abruptly hit the window, hidden behind the closed curtains. A bird perhaps.
Rick replaced his finger on the glass.
"Sorry," he whispered shakily.